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... floating in the dead sea. Beats flow down your spine in smooth rolling rhythms. Nothing is hurried. Each little sound tickles your brain in its own way, in its own time, coaxing you into an unsinkable serenity.

It is the soundtrack for swinging in hammocks above ocean waves; for drifting at sunrise in hot air balloons. But, when played during traffic jams and technology fails, it somehow quells your uglier emotions, cocooning your mind in an untouchable bubble of tranquillity.